Whelp, this is it. The strangely anticipated final chapter of
the Johnny Turbo saga. Woo hoo hoo. Let's dive right in, eh?

Awright, so. What we have here is Johnny Turbo's take on the stereotypical
sci-fi novel cover. You know the one. Hero prominently striking
an epic pose. Cheering, hopeful masses rallying behind him.
An evil force or enemy looming in the distance. And the most important
part - a sexy, scantily-clad damsel at the hero's feet, most often clutching
his leg. Yeah, you've seen this picture countless times.

And the Turbofied take on the image retains every element you'd normally
expect to see. Johnny Turbo himself is...well, I guess that could
be called an epic pose. It looks more like a "The holy power of CD-ROM
will protect me, so please kick me in the balls!" kinda pose to
me, but I guess that's close enough. The cheering masses in this
case take the form of two children, one of them doing his best to imitate
his hero Johnny's pose (the poor misguided little bastard), and the other
- an unfortunately malformed, pigfaced boy of indeterminate ethnic origin
- holding up a pasted-in TTI logo.

The face of corporate sleaze is never pretty, of course, but in this
case, it looks like it absorbed a few hundred additional thwacks from the
ugly stick.

Moving on, you'll easily make note of what represents the "looming evil"
requirement - there's an outline of a Feka goon taking up most of the panel's
background. Which is cool and all, but I'm going to give you some
bad news right now: this is the only semblance of Feka that you're going
to see in this comic. I know, it sucks. But hopefully, you
will find as I have that the story's strong narrative and character development
will enable it to stand on its own, without the aid of that which is not
even human.

Lastly, we come to the sexy damsel requirement. And as you can
plainly see, the lustful figure leaning on our hero's leg in this picture
is...well, yeah. Ahem.

...and you know, I was thinking of making fun of this comic's artist
for a second here, but then I realized that I should be pitying whoever
drew this, not tearing him apart. He is obviously suffering greatly
from his case of Rob Liefeld's Disease, and we should do all we can to
make him comfortable before he succumbs to complete submediocrity.
The fact is, Rob Liefeld's Disease is a more widespread illness than you
might think. Symptoms include skewed perspectives, an overabundance
of toothy grins, and a complete and utter lack of feet in the victim's
creations. As the disease worsens, the artist will resort to increasingly
ridiculous ways to conceal the fact that he is totally unable to draw feet.
Random mounds of dirt and small mesas will soon begin to mysteriously appear
in strategic positions, and before you know it, the artist will soon be
doomed to obscurity.

Take the cover above, for instance. Look at JT's left foot.
What the fuck is that? A stout pegleg? I mean, is that
supposed to be a foot, or did the artist just recolor part of that rock
formation? And those poor kids! Their feet have been cruelly
taken away from them, thanks to a tragic accident involving questionable
perspective and suspiciously uneven terrain (speaking of which, what is
everyone standing on in this picture? A meteor hurtling through space?).
And Tony! I'm so, so sorry, Tony. I'm sure your left leg was
important to you, but the artist apparently didn't think it was necessary.
How unfortunate.

The real question remains, though. Who the hell is NEAL?
This page marks the first and only time the artist gives any indication
of his identity, and I'm now genuinely curious as to who he is. Like,
does he currently work in the comics industry? Or was he shunned
by his peers following his involvement with the Johnny Turbo saga?
Seeing as how no one who had anything to do with this horrible mess would
likely want to talk about it today, the world may never know what became
of NEAL. Hope you're doing all right, buddy.